(AKA SHIT I FORGOT TO INSTAGRAM)
(AKA IT'S ANOTHER SNOWWWWW DAYYYYY)
Noah made this in art class. It's a bell. A holiday bell.
I mean. What did YOU think it was? Come on now. OBVIOUSLY you grab the pink part and shake it, and then there's a smaller blue ball inside the big blue ball part that kinda...dings or something.
You perv, you.
This was me a couple weeks ago, rocking out with my fanny pack pain pump. I never left the house with it (other than to the doctor's office), and now that might be my single biggest regret of this whole surgery experience. Look at it! It's magnificent. So sassy. Perfect for cell phone, keys, etc. If I still had it I'd wear that shit everywhere.
RIP fanny pack pain pump.
I gave our trusty Ikea high chair away to a friend, and once Ezra noticed its absence, he immediately filled the void with Bloon and her booster seat. He sets out a different dinner for her every night.
This tortilla-filled sandwich was her Christmas feast, and was admittedly a little heavy on the carbs. But hey! It's a holiday. Go nuts, girl.
(In the background: A DC Super Hero Cookbook for kids, a gift to him from my mom. It's hilarious and Ezra's obsessed with it.)
For my birthday, the recipient of our high chair gave me the classic combination of Brown Booze and Lisa Frank. The pen writes in six (6) colors and yes, there are one thousand, eight hundred and eighty five (1,885) stickers in that book and I have not shared a single one with my children. Because they are mine and I need all of them for reasons.